Guilty

You put your hand on her thigh and she blinks.

“Oh,” she says as you slide it up. “Oh,” she repeats, then laughs as you lean in to kiss her. The kisses are tender and lazy as you slide your hand up, underneath the towel. She gets big quickly in your hand, and you stroke it slowly as you lean closer to her, deepening the kiss.

Neither of you says anything after that, but a few minutes later the wet towel is on the floor in the hallway, along with your panties and the bed is squeaking like crazy as you give her a bruising fuck in the sheets. Maybe Rita would like to do something, but all she can do is lie there and squeeze your waist as you ride her hard. She tried to get your clothes off, but you were in too much of a hurry.

She looks like you just punched her in the stomach when you finally stop, hunched forward with your hands on her chest. You felt her spurt inside you a few minutes ago, but you weren’t done yet. You are now.

“OK,” you gasp, pushing your hair out of your face.

“You sure you’re OK?” she asks, looking amused, but also a little worried. Her hands go down your waist, and she gives your rump a little squeeze. “You’re pretty intense.”

You climb off and lie down beside her.

“Long day,” you say.

She sighs, looking down at herself. Her soft cock has a last, fat bead of cum on the head. She grasps the shaft and milks it out, then sighs.

“Yeah,” she says, staring at the ceiling. “Going to be a lot of those, I think.”